A poem

Robin Christine Honigsberg
The Lark
Published in
2 min readMar 19


The silhouette of someone pressing their hands against a window and a white sheer curtain.
Photo by Ludovica Dri on Unsplash

I don’t belong in with this kin
Causing chaos all the time.
Unwanted, unloved, unimportant,
I’m trapped within myself
with no way of escape.
I long for freedom from my captors,
to stop from being their puppet any longer.
I wonder how it feels to have free will,
abolished for me many moons passed.
Who am I? What am I?
A perception? A dream? An illusion?
Invisible, unseen, unknown
hiding my face behind a mask of a hardened heart.



Robin Christine Honigsberg
The Lark

Author of “Dysfunctional Me.” Sensitive eccentric. 3x OD survivor. Top Writer in Reading. Medium Editor of “AYOT” Pub.